"And don't come back!" That's the last you hear before you're kicked out into the street and a door is slammed behind you. This isn't the first time you've been kicked out of an inn, but it is the first time you have been thrown out into the street in the middle of the day stark naked, your belongings kept by the proprietor to pay your debt. You bl...
Ken looked around his room. As per usual, it was... Well, he never called it a mess, because while it was time consuming to clean up, very little, if any of it, was actually dirt. Books, yes. Clothes, strewn about, yes. But nothing actually dirty. Dusty, occasionally, but no more than that. He scratched at his back irritably, and remembered the comments of h...
Marcus was reading in bed when his kingdom fell. It was over an hour past his bedtime, but the young prince wanted to stay up and finish his book by candelight. It was way too exciting a story to put down, all about a brave and noble lady knight who saved a peasant boy from the clutches of an evil sorceress. He had his heart in his mouth at the thrilling act...
Rukr sipped at his wine, enjoying a bit of quiet and solitude in the dark bar. The Tenth Hell was a nice enough establishment, Zhrek'ahalle took care and pride in the place. Sadly, being a Horned Devil wasn't much for attracting high-class clientele, so the place was typically populated by dockworkers and other transients. Rukr could appreciate that. Being a...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 25 *** The one catgirl keeps staring at me with this wide eyed expression while I mix drinks. It doesn't bother me, but it's the kind of thing where, if she wasn't so cute, it would be super creepy. It's flattering, but a little weird. I'm not used to being an object of affection tha...
Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM as well as incest elements. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older. Enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've...
Chapter I His name was Zsaal Kilra and he was a slave. Locked in a dingy dungeon beneath the castle of Lord Ascal of Kirni, penned with the other gladiators that were to be used tomorrow in a reenactment match where all of the fodder, such as he was classified as, were destined to die for the crowd's glory. This wasn't the first time Zsaal had been a slave...
Hello again! Next chapter - I hope you like it. Thanks to my two anonymous reviewers, you're great. Thanks to the people who vote, too! :-) >> Jailers and Pain I opened my eyes, not knowing where I was. Darkness was all around me and then pain crashed over me, waves of agony flooding my system. I let out a strangled cry, my throat dry, and my chest achin...
Felida opened the folder on her desk and started looking through it. She'd been given some responsibilities since coming to the Embassy last year, but mostly it was stuff that her mother didn't want to spend time on. That was fine, she knew it was an important stepping stone. She had a folder for a passport application in front of her, which was a little odd...
It was time to see to my duties. The Council of Huntresses wanted all the woman-power they could scrape together. For quite some time, hearsay had been that times were bad for this town, Valgemaa, but I did not need rumors to know that. For the last few weeks, unease had been written across the faces of the Council's best and brightest. As I marched from my...